It's just sourdough bread with chocolate chunks, but it's compulsively edible. I was fortunate enough to obtain a loaf fresh out of the oven. You can order it online, but…mail-order bread? I'm skeptical.

Belly Shack is described as Korean-Puerto Rican fusion. I'm not sure its food is that, but it's yummy, particularly the bread they use.

Martin Scorsese-Inspired Tasting Menu (iNG)

A gustatory experience.

"The candle that's been burning at your table is actually the sauce for this pasta."

[waiter snuffs candle, pours liquidised "candle" on pasta]

Clockwise from top left: Blowtorched "firecrackers," a chalk outline, cheese molded in the shape of a handgun, a rum cocktail with a beer ice cube in a handgun mug, a bourbon cocktail from a soap dispenser, cake in a petri dish with teardropped flavouring, cotton candy Kleenex.

Didn't finish it. The ratio of curds to fries was like 17:1, and I couldn't detect truffle, foie gras, or beef cheek. It was basically a grossly imbalanced pork belly poutine. I had a far better pork belly poutine on a whim in Michigan (One Eyed Betty's / Ferndale).

Matt Lauria joins the army at the end of Friday Night Lights and returns from a tour of Afghanistan on Parenthood – Katims continuity (Parenthood, S04E06)

Joel McHale drives past Paddy's pub (Sons of Anarchy, S05E07)

"Whores get nothing." (American Horror Story, S02E02)

"Show me your mossy bank." (American Horror Story, S02E02)

"I will crush the jelly from your eyes." (Last Resort, S01E05)

"I thought you were Adam Lambert." (The Office, S09E05)

Guillermo del Toro cameo (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, S08E03)

Timothy Olyphant as a sushi chef (The League, S04E03)

"Eat my dick! Gattaca!" (The League, S04E03)

"You know Jackie fucking Chan about me. You know fuck all about me! I am totally beyond the realms of your fucking tousle-haired, fucking dim-witted compre-fucking-hension. I don't just take this fucking job home, you know. I take this job home, it fucking ties me to the bed, and it fucking fucks me from arsehole to breakfast. Then it wakes me up in the morning with a cup full of piss slammed in my face, slaps me about the chops, to make sure I'm awake enough so it can kick me in the fucking bollocks. This job has taken me in every hole in my fucking body. Malcolm is gone! You can't know Malcolm, 'cause Malcolm is not here! Malcolm fucking left the building fucking years ago! This is a fucking husk. I am a fucking host for this fucking job. Do you want this job? Yes, you do fucking want this job. Then you're going to have to fucking swallow this whole fucking life and let it grow inside you like a parasite, getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it fucking eats your insides alive and it stares out of your eyes and tells you what to do." (The Thick of It, S04E07)

Erin: There is also an Al Pacino Fish and Chicken with a shark mascot.

I can't find any photos of it on the Internet, but I can confirm that Al Pacino Fish and Chicken exists (8226 Michigan Avenue, Detroit, MI) and that its mascot is indeed a shark – in a white suit, I think.

» Half of the Zingerman's empire is oddly located in a nondescript industrial park. (Ann Arbor, MI)

» This dude just used "Dupree" as a verb, as in Owen Wilson's character in You, Me and Dupree. Is this real life? (Corktown, Detroit, MI)

» Idea: Toilet Pass – a pass you can purchase when you visit a city that grants you access to public restrooms [with no purchase necessary] and participating less-public restrooms. When you gotta go, go. (The Loop, Chicago, IL)

"Guy, I remember the first time I met you, you taught me how to pronounce your name correctly. Just fit the word 'fi' and 'airy,' because no one is more concerned about Italian authenticity than the motherfucker who created Johnny Garlic's." — Ted Allen

Previously on Adam Riff™: "Your iPhone 5 order has shipped!" Of course it ships the day I leave home for 19 days. Of course.

Where am I?

Stop disappearing, wi-fi network!

I need to find a Starbucks.

How are there no Starbuckses around here?

[pause] Numbered streets with names defeat the purpose of a grid plan.

A New York Red Bulls youth soccer coach was killed Sunday, when a man slashed his throat and cut his ear off. Michael Jones died of stab wounds to his head, neck, and chest. He was found in a pool of blood.

One witness told CBS: "We thought it was a Halloween joke or something because his phone was there, so maybe if we tried to get his phone that he'll pop up or something."

The crime scene quickly became a tourist attraction with visitors snapping pictures of the puddle of blood, a gore-splattered iPhone, and the severed ear under a cup.

"It's kind of weird, but then again it's just kind of another day in New York," said Drew Fountain, 22. [source]